staring at the ceiling
hours stop
how blank a wall can be
monotony of a whirring fan
let me lend a story
of angst and agony
of a breached contract
by staying alive
enduring
why?
is there anything left to do?
apart from the rut
meaningless
they say your sufferings are
attached to the body
the soul is free of pain
you are the soul
the brahman
i breathe in deep
i wish to feel the soul
none
is it dead?
the body whines
listen to me...heal me
i give in
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Very thought-provoking; a convincing evocation of the kind of mood described.
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ReplyDeleteThis touched me deeply as I can identify with this (I was having surgery for a serious condition). Fortunately my body healed and my soul remained intact. Thank you for sharing!
ReplyDeleteThank you very much for your visit and comment. I hope you have fully recovered now.
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